[Skrelptastic] Tulip's Hole Pt. 2

Tulip’s Hole
By Skrelptastic

Part 2 of 2

“SQUEE! HUUUU SPESHOW FWEND PWEASE W-WAKIES!”

Your see-pwaces shoot open at the sound of speshow fwend’s voice. You have big scaredies for a moment, forgetting where you are.

“HUUUU HUUUU NU WIKE DAWKIE PWACE! SPESHOW FWEND S-SAVE TUWIP!” you cry. Your tummy grumbles in scaredies, and you grunt as your poopie pwace shoots poopies all over the wall. You gag as the odor of your poopies, now sliding down the cool stone, sinks into your nosie while covering the scent of mud that had been lazily present.

“Dummeh poopies!” you yell, saddie wawas running down your fluff. “Make icky bad stinkies! T-tuwip giv poopies fowevah sweepies wen get weggie…w-weggie…back…”

Your angries trail off as you remember what happened. You quickly try to wiggle your weggie in hope that your sleepies fixed the bad owwies.

You shriek as big munstah-sized hurties blast through your poor little weggie.

“W-WAAAAAHHHHHH! SKREEEEEEEEEE! SKREE SKREEEEEE! HEWP FWUFFYYYYYYYY!” you scream. The sound bounces off the round wall, your cry of terror and agony amplified into the screams of a hundred poor little fluffies all suffering the same fate as you. You cover your hear-places in fear, sobbing as your cry continues to reverberate throughout your prison.

It feels like it’s forever before it goes away…

Finally you dare to move your trembling hoofsies from your hear-places. The horrible cry is gone, but up above you hear a soft weeping. You manage to look up and see speshow fwend curled up making worst saddie wawas into her pretty yellow fluff. Uwthie babbeh is there making saddie wawas too, trying desperately to get a huggie from speshow fwend as he sadly nuzzles her weggies. You open your mouth to cry out to them but…

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You gasp in terror as the new sound reaches your hear-places…right next to you. You whimper fearfully as you feel your poopie place spray more scaredy poopies on the wall. Your heawt thumps loudly in your wuv-place, and you slowly turn your trembling head toward the noise to see…

You breathies quicken again as you see Wingeh Babbeh broken on the ground. He lies there next to you, twitching and rasping in the mud as booboo juice leaks from his mouth.

“W-w-wingeh Babbeh,” you whisper tearfully. “W-w-why babbeh n-nu giv Tuwip upsies? W-why babbeh nu fwy T-Tuwip an g-giv huggies an s-sabe fwuffy?”

Wingeh Babbeh’s see-places slowly meet yours.

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“W-why babbeh nu tawkies? T-teww pawpuh nao!” you cry, no longer whispering. Somewhere in your big fluffy brain, you start to feel angries. “D-dummeh babbeh! Y-yu am dummeh poopie babbeh! Nu sabe pawpuh! W-wowst dummeh!”

You manage to stick out your tongie at your stupid meanie Wingeh Babbeh twitching pitifully in the mud. You only ever gave Wingeh Babbeh biggest wuv, but he still refuses to move or talk, and just lies there gurgling. Sometimes his weggies twitch, but then they don’t for a long time. In fact the only things that look normal are his wingehs, still…fluttering…

His wingehs.

Suddenly you get an idea. You struggle to raise your head again.

“S-speshow fwend!” you cry.

Speshow fwend timidly peeks out from her hoofsies.

“S-squee! T-Tuwip speshow fwend! Mummah hav big scawedies!”

You feel big heawt hurties as you see your speshow fwend have saddies, but you shake them off. You need to escape!

“Speshow fwend! Tuwip kno how kaff Tuwip can 'scape!” you yell. “N-nee uwthie babbeh!”

Speshow fwend’s eyes widen. “SQUEE! BU’ BABBEH NU CAN FWY! Huuu huuu nu wan wastest babbeh take fowevah sweepies,” she sobs. Uwthie babbeh looks confused.

“It ok speshow fwend!” you yell. “Wen Tuwip am fwee den famiwy huggies fix aww babbehs huwties!”

Speshow fwend squeaks, big saddie wawas leaking from her see-places, but nods and turns to uwthie babbeh. Uwthie babbeh looks nervous, but nods fiercely. He starts to make his way toward the edge of the well.

You manage a small smile even with the hurties. You’re such a smart fluffy! Huggies can bring back pointy babbeh and fix uwthie babbeh after he jumps…and you’ll even make Wingeh Babbeh better too. But like any good father you’ll need to discipline him until he has biggest sorries.

Wingeh Babbeh gurgles and twitches as you eye him. “Dummeh babbeh. Pawpuh stiww…kaff wuv yu dummeh,” you say. “But yu am so dummeh! Dummeh babbeh nu wan use wingehs to sabe Tuwip, den babbeh nu get tu hav wingehs nu mowe!”

Wingeh Babbeh gurgles and stares into your see-places. You feel saddies in your heawt as his little wingehs twitch weakly. A pair of fat saddie wawas trickle from his see-places as he takes his short gasps of breath. This whole mess is his fault, but he’s still your Wingeh Babbeh. It gives you hurties to have to do this, but when it’s all over and Wingeh Babbeh is fixed, maybe you’ll let him use his wingehs again.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a scream from above. You look up to see Uwthie Babbeh plummeting towards you, his weggies flailing in terror as he falls. He hits the mud with a squishy crunch and immediately shrieks in pain.

“HUUUU HUUU WAAAAAAAA! H-HUWTIES! NEE HUGGIES MUMMAH! H-HEWP BABBEH HUUUU…” Uwthie Babbeh wails.

You let out a cry and begin to crawl to Uwthie Babbeh to fix his owwies but you stop yourself. You look over your Uwthie Babbeh writhing in owwies. His back weggies are twisted at horrible angles and there’s booboo juice leaking from his poopie place but his front is ok!

“Babbeh! Nu wowwy Babbeh! Pawpuh am hewe!” you yell over his cries. “B-Babbeh wisten to pawpuh fwuffy!”

Uwthie Babbeh manages to lift his head and stare at you pleadingly.
“Huuu huuu pawpuh hewp! B-Babbeh hav so owwies an h-huwties! N-n-nee huggies an w-wuv!” he sobs.

Your heawt has wowst owwies again as you watch your Babbeh have owwies but you force yourself to stay focused.

“B-babbeh…come to pawpuh! Nee babbeh tu h-hewp!” you whimper.

Uwthie Babbeh sobs and begins to crawl forward with his two good weggies, dragging his broken lower half through the bloody mud.

“Y-Yu can do it Babbeh! Fwuffy bewieve in yu!” you cheer. Uwthie Babbeh snivels in pain but your cheering brings a change to his face. It’s the same look that Wingeh Babbeh had before he decided to be a biggest dummeh babbeh.

“Huuu…Babbeh…wuv…PAWPUHHHH!” your Babbeh screams as he finally reaches you with one final pull. Uwthie Babbeh collapses, panting and sobbing, but smiling.

“G-GUD Babbeh! Wuv Babbeh!” you cheer joyfully. Uwthie Babbeh opens his mouth to say something but his breathies are too strong for him to talkies. You manage to smile for the first time since you fell. And why wouldn’t you? Everything’s going to be ok now!

You turn your head to Wingeh Babbeh. He’s still wakies, but his see-places are barely open anymore and his breathies are coming quicker and shorter. You gotta go fast and get out now!

You crane your trembling neck over until your head is right next to Wingeh Babbeh. Wingeh Babbeh’s half closed see-places flutter over to you as you hover over him. His wingehs flutter slightly.

You steel yourself. “Stiww wuv Wingeh Babbeh…bu dummeh babbeh nu get wingehs anymowe untiw babbeh am gud again!”

With that, you open your mouthie and clamp your jaws delicately around the base his wingehs. Wingeh Babbeh’s eyes widen as your toothies press against his sensitive wingehs. He gurgles and coughs up booboo juice as you press your toothies together harder. You feel saddie wawas in your see-places as you bite down. His wingehs beat furiously in your mouth, and you almost let go…

“'Awpuh 'uv 'babbehhhhh!” you cry, chomping down with all your might. You feel your toothies tear through the base of his soft wingehs, ripping them from his mangled body by the base and leaving two raw, bloody holes in his back. You immediately spit them out on the ground, sobbing. The icky taste is bad enough, but you hate hurting your Babbeh even if he is a poopie dummeh!

His little wingehs lay still in the mud, no longer twitching. The tiny, soggy brown feathers are soaked with booboo juice and spitties, but other than that they don’t look too bad. Soon you’ll be free!

Your thoughts are interrupted by a whimper. You shift your gaze and see Uwthie Babbeh staring at you, his mouth open in horror. His see-places are wet and his lip trembles. You extend a trembling weggie to comfort him.

“Babbeh! It am oka-”

“NUUUUUUUU! MUNSTAH PAWPUH FWUFFY!!!” Uwthie Babbeh screams in terror. You yelp at the noise.

“S-stahp Babbeh! Am yu pawpuh! Nu am munstah!” you cry out. Uwthie Babbeh stops screaming but eyes you fearfully. “Pawpuh wuv pwetty Babbeh…wisten tu pawpuh an bewieve in pawpuh,” you smile gently. “So wuv yu Babbeh! Bewieve in smawt pawpuh an hewp be fwee!”

Suddenly you feel big sickies, deep inside your body. You gasp and choke as your see-places become all blurry again, and you nearly fall over. You cough and little drops of booboo juice splatter onto the reddish-brown mud. Somewhere in your big fluffy heawt, you start to feel scaredies. You need huggies soon!

You force yourself to stay wakies and then to Uwthie Babbeh. He has a funny look on his face, like scaredies, angries, sickies, and owwies all at once! But booboo juice is still dripping out of his poopie place, and he’s starting to tremble. The scaredies grow a little bigger deep down in your heawt…

“Huwwy babbeh!” Tayk wingeh babbeh wingehs an…an put wingehs o-on…kaff p-pawpuh!" You cough, pointing your hoofsie to the sad little wingehs in the mud. “N-nu can weach p-pawpuh wingeh pwace…nee babbeh put wingehs on w-wingeh pwace! Den p-pawpuh f-fwy upsies an have f-famiwy huggies a-an eweyting be happies!”

Uwthie Babbeh’s dirty face scrunches up. You can’t tell if it’s because of the or because he isn’t as smartie as you, but at last he nods.

“B-Babbeh…sabe pawpuh…an FAMIWY!” he chirps courageously. You cheer even though it hurts as Uwthie Babbeh delicately puts the wingehs in his mouth. You whimper as you shift onto your side. But then you feel the wingehs touch your back as Uwthie Babbeh attaches them to your back!

“O-ok pawpuh, b-babbeh…babbeh am dun!” Uwthie Babbeh chirps.

“Gud babbeh! Wuv babbeh!” you smile. “Soon pawpuh fwy babbeh tu Mummah fo famiwy huggies!”

Uwthie Babbeh smiles and rests his trembling head in the mud. “Y-yu…bestest…p-p-p-pa…”

Uwthie Babbeh trails off as his head rests completely in the mud. What a time to take sleepies and dreamies. You manage a weak laugh as you gaze lovingly at your silly Uwthie Babbeh, taking sleepies with his see-places open! But he’s earned the right to be a silly babbeh. Now it’s up to…

“SQKWRWEE! TUWIP SPESHOW FWEND! H-HEWP! M-MUMMAH SCAWED!”

You look up in shock. Speshow Fwend is just barely visible at the top of the well, saddie wawas filling her see-places as she whimpers in terror.

“W-wat wong Speshow Fwend?” you cry. Speshow Fwend buries her pretty yellow face in her fluff and slowly points a shaking hoofsie at the sky. You stare for a moment in confusion, before it hits you.

The big sky ball is almost gone.

Your see places widen as Speshow Fwend curls up into a sobbing ball. It’s not or never. You take a deep breath.

“Gon…FWYYYYY!” you yell, beating your wingehs as hard as you can!

…except you aren’t moving.

Up above, Speshow Fwend’s cries are like biggest owwies to your heawt. You redouble your effort, flapping as hard as you possibly can but you just don’t move. The owwies are almost unbearable. You let out a cry of desperation as you strain every inch of your body up toward the sky! “FWY! FFWYYYYY! F-F-FFWYY-HY-Hah…huuu…huuuuuu huuuuu huuuuu…”

You collapse in the mud sobbing, saddie wawas pouring down your face and burning your see-places. Your body has such big huwties, all over. Your tummy clenches and you make burnie sickie wawas that pool into the mud and soak into your fluff. You tremble, and try to raise your head out of the horrible wawas but your strength fails you. The world spins, the walls of your prison seem even darker and blurrier than before…

“B-b-babbehs…h-hewp…” you whimper. “Wingeh…b-babbeh…p-pawpuh s-sowwy…t-take…wingehs…”

Wingeh Babbeh just stares at you coldly. His see-places bore right into yours…sort of like Uwthie Babbeh…but Uwthie Babbeh is only sleep…

You close your see-places and tremble, silent saddie wawas staining your fluff as your heawt shatters into a thousand pieces. You’re not a pawpuh anymore…and it’s all your fault…

“S-s-speshow…f-f…” you whisper weakly. “P-p-pwease…h-hewp…so s-sowwy…j-jus wan w-w-wu…wu…”

The sun slips below the horizon without a whisper.


The fat yellow fluffy ran sobbing from the pit, her eyes too filled with tears to even look where she was going. Fear and despair clutched at her heart even as her stubby legs carried her onward. But no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t outrun the dark that terrified her so.

When she finally opened her eyes, the fluffy screamed in terror at the monster in front of her. Looming over her like a statue, the monster stood unmoving. It made no motions, but as the fluffy cowered in terror she felt it mocking her. And so, partly in desperation, partly in hope, the fluffy forced herself to behold the monster.

She asked it to move. It would not.
She begged it to move. It stood still.
She tearfully squeaked in fury, but the monster was silent.

And then, the mare spied a long piece of the monster. She knew what it wanted now. And so, tearfully she backed her special place into the spindle, giving the monster what it must have wanted. The pain was incredible, but she had to give it what it wanted…


It would be one week before a pair of hikers found the decaying corpse of a fat yellow fluffy impaled on the low-hanging branch of a single, twisted tree that grew alone in the sprawling field of grass.

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Interesting examination of the Fluffy mindset, where abuser tactics like losing wings as punishment are treated as part of their regular lifestyle because they don’t know any better.

Also for the mares death. 10/10 for bravery but minus several million for intelligence

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@BFM101 When I wrote this years ago I think I intended it to kind of show off how stupid fluffies really are and how paper thin their logic and problem solving can be. I like your view of abuse being ingrained into their psychology and lifestyle, kind of goes with the idea that they’re not really 100% innocent and are kind of mean-spirited once you get past their gross artificial cuteness.

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To her credit, she didn’t jump into the hole.

All she did was somehow rape herself to death.

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So she mistaken a damn branch wants special huggies? And she impale herself ? :man_facepalming:

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Yep. She saw a phallus and assumed it hungered for her fluff.

Then she fucked it. And it was horrifyingly painful because it was stabbing her to death. But she did it anyway because she thought doing it was the only way to survive.

Score one for Darwin.

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:man_facepalming: yehhhh even the wingy issue was like …oh come on! And yeah pea size brain…all end in one day for this family :man_facepalming::frowning:

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What really made this story stand out to me was the amount of attempted problem solving. Most fluffies I’ve read about would have likely dealt with the hole problem by fruitlessly trying to climb up again and again, or, if they were smart, run around screaming for help until they found a human, who would likely then kick them because they were annoying. Or just as likely, they would do nothing and just cry.

But these fluffies thought of complicated, multi part plans. Horrible, horrible plans, which ironically caused them way more harm than if they had just acted on instinct.

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Younger me had way too much free time and really, really hated fluffies. I used to spend way more time than was productive thinking of ways for them to spiral into despair in hilariously tragic ways.

Glad you enjoyed the story! Most of my old stuff is gone for good since the Booru got purged but I found a few stories and WIPs on my old laptop the other week. Kind of bittersweet to see how the community is going on even with the Booru gone.

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Definitely sadbox with a dollop of moronbox. Honestly, I can’t quite fluffies this stupid. It’s really hard. So good work on that!

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Can someone give Tulip the best father a word. In the first chapter I still had some pity for him but now he can rod in his grave.

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You should write some more dude, this is a fucking masterpiece.

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Yes. I love it when they’re hurt by their own innocence and stupidity.

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This is old lore and we love it.

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Woaaa, I mean, I like trees too but… Damn

Amazing story! Weird ending.

Well damn. A family of idiots meeting their demise. Good.

How are these sadbox? This is hilarious!